"Black Misery"
A moment of confusion
As I look through the corridor of you
My soul mate
Assuming it was destined
Penniless I was left
Hurt from the lies of selfish acts
Phone calls every week
Requesting another chance
Brief interludes of complete nonsense
Forgiveness, I did it for me
You and I
Never
Will I allow myself to be a victim again
from "Beginning of Life: Heartfelt Poetry"
by Chanetta D. McNeal
copyright (c) 2003
p.33